“In our 5th year of marriage, my husband started mocking me for not doing enough housework, even though I earn more than him! Even worse, he likes to throw things around, leaving chaos in the kitchen and just lying down on the couch. And our son started copying him!
I told my husband to hire a cleaner, but he said, “NO! THAT’S YOUR JOB!” I was fuming and told him that in that case, I won’t pay for anything because it’s his job!
Last Saturday, I was at home with our son. After dinner, he got up without cleaning up after himself and said, “Clean this up and wash it.” I exploded.
Me: “How dare you, young man!? Apologize and clean up after yourself!”
Son: “No, it’s your job.”
Me: “I won’t lift a finger until you apologize!”
Son: “Fine, Dad said that if you don’t do it, we will
“…just leave it there until you do.”
That night, I walked into the kitchen and saw dirty plates, cups, and food scraps piled up like some disgusting modern art installation. I didn’t touch a single thing.
By the third day, the sink was overflowing, the smell was awful, and my husband was furious.
Him: “This is disgusting! Do your job!”
Me: “My job is the one that pays the bills, remember? You wanted this mess, now live in it.”
I took my laptop and moved into the guest room, locking the door. I ordered takeout for myself, ate off disposable plates, and kept my space spotless. My husband and son eventually ran out of clean dishes, forks, and even glasses.
On day six, my son quietly came to me with a sponge in his hand.
Son: “Mom… I’m sorry. Can you show me how to clean this up?”
That was the first time in months I saw genuine respect in his eyes — and my husband’s too.
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